Selene tied up her hair, her eyes never leaving her face, her tail lashing back and forth. “May I touch you?” she asked.
Amelia nodded wordlessly looking at Selene’s claws, wondering if they would tear her open, but Selene seemed so gentle. Would she rake them down her back if she was pressed to those full thighs, rocking. She felt a stirring as Selene caressed her. Would she pull her hair? “Eyes up here,” and then the succubus took her chin and pressed her lips to her own, nipping at her bottom lip, drawing her tongue across her lips. Amelia sighed as her kisses trailed down her neck, a flick of the tongue across both nipples and then nuzzling her stomach. “Let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable.”
“Is this just sex?”
“Would you like it to be?” Selene’s eyes trailed across her own, half-lidded, as she took her hair in her hand caressing it, and then lightly gave it a slight tug, taking out another clip as she tied up her hair, easily as if she had been doing it for years. “A relationship with someone like me is a dangerous thing.”
“Is it? I’d rather it’d be something if you’re just going to leave again,” Amelia tried to say as Selene teased her nipples once more with her tongue, and then trailed more kisses down her stomach. A slow heat building once more as Selene’s traced her areolas. “I’m not just some snack,” she tried to say, but it came out as a whine.
“You don’t know me, dear.”
“And yet I keep coming back.”
“Not knowing what you’re getting into,” Selene’s voice was hot and heavy in her ear. “I have many snacks to tend to.”
“Like the woman in the park?”
“Probably best not to think about other women when you’re with me.”
So it was true. That thought was interrupted as Selene bit lightly on her ear, causing Amelia to moan. “She was a woman through and through. Her shape caused her distress and I needed a meal. There was nothing more and nothing less.” And then she pulled her onto her thigh, Amelia’s womanhood resting there, throbbing for her, small anxiety growing, wondering if even a succubus would reject her hardness, reject that small piece that made her, a fetish for some and invalid to others. So many women that said it was too much for them. But that piece of her didn’t define her. It just didn’t bother her. Never made her all that uncomfortable. It was hers. She owned it. Teasing she rubbed her womanhood back and forth across Selene’s thigh, utterly dripping for her.
“God, you are so hot, all of you,” Selene said her fingers pulling her close, pressing her lips. She almost wondered what had prompted such a reaction, but then another kiss silenced her thoughts. It was wanting, lingering. Left her nearly without a thought in her head. Still one biting thought forced its way to the surface.
“Is that what you say to all of your clients?”
Selene pouted and Amelia really liked that on her. “They’re snacks, not clients. There’s a difference. A client is all business like. With you, with others I’m savoring. It is your soul or at least a glimpse of it I’m getting, Amelia.” She liked the way her name sounded on the succubus’s lips. How long had it been since she had tussled and toiled with her chosen name, getting people to adapt to it, at first feeling as if they were doing her a favor and feeling guilty when they couldn’t/wouldn’t adjust. And then not giving a fuck because it was her name. And then, right now her name on the succubus’s lips almost made her forget about her ex. Almost.
“Fuck my brains out,” she said.
A slight sound between a rumble and a purr emanated from the succubus’s lips. “Gladly.”
Amelia was guided down, her back easing into the mattress as the succubus went over there. Her eyes tracing her own, and Amelia picked up on a small bit of hesitation there, but before she could ask her, the succubus asked. “Tail or strap?” Behind her the tail flicked back and forth. Amelia blushed, and Selene’s face turned crimson as well.
“What are you comfortable with?”
For a brief second Selene’s lips trembled, and the mask had slipped but before Amelia could say anything her face adjusted. It looked practiced almost. Amelia had seen that face many times. When she was voice training in the mirror, when she had come back from a hard day at work, after readjusting her makeup several times and it just wasn’t working.
“May I touch you?” Amelia asked as she took one Selene’s hands, pressing it to her face, and Selene softened as she looked up at her. “If you don’t want to do anything just let me know. We can wait.”
“Wait? But you just said you wanted your ‘brains fucked out’.” And Selene mimicked Amelia in a voice similar to her own.
“That can wait.”
“Are you sure?”
“It can! Maybe. You’re so fucking hot but maybe, maybe we should try this a different way. Can I go down on you?”
A deep blush settled over Selene’s face. “Cute,” Amelia exhaled, but Selene stammered. “That would be absurd. A succubus isn’t supposed to receive pleasure. My sisters they would—”
“Enough,” Amelia kissed her. “I can take good care of you, Selene. If you let me.”
“It’s not right,” Selene mumbled, but those words mumbled and died as Amelia pressed her lips to her once again, and the succubus looked dazed.
“Ah, so that’s what that feels like,” the succubus said after a few heavy breaths.
Amelia grinned as she kissed Selene’s stomach, kissing her thighs, her nipples, her tongue teasing, flicking over one and then darting to her stomach again, and back to her thighs, tasting herself when she was pressed to Selene, the image making the heat within her grow. Selene moaning, her thighs shaking. “Cute, you’re doing so well,” Amelia said before teasing her tongue across her lips slowly. “You’re so pretty, Selene.” Another moan. It seemed that Amelia was spot on. Selene was short on being acknowledged or taken care of. “I just want to eat you up.” Selene moaned louder. Gone were the practiced, husky growls, and biting sarcasm. She could taste the girl she had known in the bar. “You’re so hot when you fall apart right in front of me.”
She moaned Amelia’s name louder and louder. “Faster,” Selene urged, and Amelia would not relent, flicking her tongue against Selene’s clit. Then she stopped.
“Wha—why’d you—” Breath moans punctuated the air as Selene tried to catch her breath.
“Does my girl like it better when I use one finger or two?”
“One?”
“Excellent, we’ll start slow.”
“Amelia—a!” Amelia pressed lightly before adding pressure, dipping her finger in, tongue tracing her clit. Her lips pressed over it delicately humming echoing her moans.
“You’re such a good girl, Selene. Is a second finger okay?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
“Oh, she is sensitive. You’re doing so good.”
“Don’t stop,” she hummed.
Amelia picked up the pace, thrusting her fingers in and out listening to Amelia until Selene climaxed, her thighs shaking and a slow, hazy, smile appeared on her face, as she lay there.
“You taste so good, Selene.”
Amelia yelped as a tail wrapped around her bringing her into Selene’s waiting arms. Selene laughing as she traced her fingers through Amelia’s hair.
“Now I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
“Maybe later,” Amelia mumbled kissing her once more.
“Later,” and the words sounded so sweet coming from her lips.